Tuesday, November 22, 2011

HtV Character Backstory Jaques (Pip) Dupree

The Monsters of War (summaries of chapters from Pip's published Book)

By Jacques Dupree

Chapter One: 1939 the Start
of WW2

The First Great War meant as little to me as school and the law enforcers of
Lyon. My parents didn't do anything wrong, I was just the oldest of six boys which
meant I was left to handle my self while our mom concentrated on my younger
brothers, Pop was never around always working never making a difference. I
started slipping in school after a few fights, most of them were protecting my
little brothers, eventually I said screw it and dropped out. From there it was
a never-ending drunken party and test drive on a few drugs, but nothing gave me
the high or the thrill like a fight. I started hanging with some real tough
bastards and we would get into turf fight after turf fight, we controlled at
least ten square blocks of Lyon just the four of us.

When the Checks and Berlin
were invaded my parents started to get worried and when Britain and France
declared war in 1939 they had prepared to send my brothers to America to live
with our Uncle, They gave me a choice stay or go. I decided to go with them,
the only thing that kept me fighting was their safety and I couldn’t protect
them if they were in the US and I wasn't.

Chapter Two: 1940 New Life
in America

My Uncle owned a farm in Georgia and he put me to work the next day. My uncle
was more of a father than my Pop, he helped in my troubled teenage years and we
started to go to a Catholic church every Sunday. In the end it was my Uncle who
helped me in making the decision to join the Army, after living in the US for a
year and attaining my citizenship. I joined in February of 1940 a few months
after I turned eighteen. When they asked what job I wanted I half considered
putting down on the form "Ass Kicker" but I went with Journalist
instead. They had me shipped to boot camp two weeks later. Although America was
calming peace and did not want to join the Second Great war but from what I
could tell in my training everyone had an idea about what was going to happen
in the next few years, they just needed a reason. Now I'd like to say that it
was the occupation of America's ally, France, that sent the country into
outrage and demanded war but the country hardly even noticed, sure it was on
the news papers in one of the many pages but did anyone care, no, just another
monster of war.

Chapter Three: 1941 Pearl
Harbor, America's reason.

The events of Pearl Harbor was a sad one across the country, I could understand
the haltered as I lost my whole country, different Monster same pain. Just like
a holy miracle every one in the country felt the need to fight, people were
turning their home business into factories of war, men were enlisting so much
that I was promoted to squad leader just so we could train them all. The only
problem was there was a great chance that I wouldn’t even be on the same continent
of my home country. After brief month of training with my new squad we got our
orders to move out, our ship was in Ney York, that was good news. As soon as I
met my commander and got my squad in their bunks, we were briefed and told that
The 1st Infantry Division was headed to Beaminster of South-west England.

Chapter Four: On the path
to War

1942 August 1st

I've been in the American
Army for a year now, as a French immigrant and a Journalist I'm the fist to
make Corporal this fast. I'm sitting on the S.S. Jefferson the boys call it the
S.S. shoot em' up. The 1st Infantry Division, The fighting first, the Big
Red One as some call us thanks to the badge, I had trained with these guys,
drank, fraught, had all kinds of fun, but I also know that I might end up dying
with them. The ocean was calm for us, paving the way to save Europe from the
claws of the Monster of War. Some guys were nervous, some were just kids,
probably lied to get in, not that his commanding officer would care to check
just another kid's life for the country's safety, no one cared that he might
have a family or a girlfriend, they just gave him a rifle taught him how to not
shoot off his own foot and sent him on his way to War.

1942 October 20th

We'll hit port soon, the
guys have been restless, some say they can't wait to hit a pub or try and
seduce the local women, animals, but aren't we all. The commanders are to be
briefed on our destination; I pray they will send us to France.

1942 October 21st

We make port and the
Commanders tell us we can stretch our legs and have a good night but be back
strictly at 2200 and ready to go in the morning at 0500. The English really
know how to make their Ale, and how to fight. That night me and the squad had a
nice night out drinking but something about me always gets me in a fight and
the fact that I was at war or in a country I didn't know anything about didn't
matter. My squad and me got in a little scuffle and some damage was done but
the worst we got was clearing duty for the whole ship. Worst yet I find out we
are headed for the French territory of North Africa. We set sail in a few
months, after training with the Brits; even I must say the term "dough
boy" has its humor. "At least we got a warm up fight" was they
only thing I could tell my squad while we cleaned and passed a bottle of whiskey
around.

Chapter Five: Operation
Torch

The German control of Europe's main land and the Italian control of the
Mediterranean made a full-blown assault on Europe just short of impossible. So
the Brits have come up with a plan for a three-pronged attack into German
controlled territory in North Africa, if we are successful this could help
regain naval superiority and cut their supplies.

The
First Infantry Division, The First Armored Division, and 509th Parachute
Infantry Regiment, we were the Central Task Force led by Major General
Lloyd Fredendall and pulled into II Corps. We called ourselves the Firsts, on
account that including my division and the armor division the 509th were the
first parachute regiment, and we were the first to land.

1942 November 8th, Oran

Its a cold morning and the sun hasn't even come up yet, the salt water chops up
in waves and hits us from time to time just to remind us how cold it is. I sat
there cold and wet smoking maybe my last cigarette, holding my M1 Carbine. Some
of the boys are excited, some don't know why they enlisted in the first place,
I kept my cool. As the commander of my squad I can't show any weakness, truth
be told, I was scared shitless, but I was ready to kill me some Nazis.

The sarge hollered at me " when we get on the beach stay on the Ranger Battalions
ass and cover their flanks while" and suddenly the SCV lurched forward and
stopped, we must of hit a sand bar. The metal landing way fell down into the
water, but I knew better I jumped off the side and my squad followed. The water
wasn't so called anymore not after being shot at from five different
directions, the rangers were on the move and I knew my battalion had a job to
do. So we headed for the beach screaming, "Fire" and the top of my
lungs, a rage of gun blasts fired back and forth. I remembered my training the
first task was done, shoot back, the next thing was to find cover. The sand bar
was pretty high enough for the water to stop at my knees, so I ordered my
squad to get behind the SCV, we sat there for an unknown amount of time, just
firing blindly at what ever was shooting at us, until the gunners nest
stopped firing in our direction. I knew that meant one thing, they must have
noticed the rangers and it was our job to make sure they could get close enough
to take out the gunners, I without saying a word rushed up to the beach my
squad following right behind, I grabbed a grenade and chuck it has far as I
could towards the nest and dived down were body of our comrades lay the squad
did the same. A second later and a load boom came just near the nest and they
began firing back at the SCV we used for cover, I got up and shouted a war cry
and opened fire on the nest, being closer than were I was I had a better
shot and a hail of lead from five riles can really do some damage. We nailed
one but the rest ducked beyond our line of sight, good thing too, we had
no cover at the time, but I knew it was only a matter of seconds before another
nest noticed us so we rushed for the hill the nest were set on. We were safe
from gunfire for now only a fraction of what was set on the beach, made it to
the wall. I made a head count of my squad, only four of us made it. I found a
few broken up squads but no sarge, I rallied what soldiers I could and headed
for the west hillside to giver better fire support to the Rangers. "All
right Firsts this is our time to show the rest of the world what we got, I've
never lost a fight and I don't expect to loose this one. We need to get to that
hill and cover the Rangers so they can clear the way for the Armor, lets go,
spread out, keep your heads low, and fire back when you can" It was a long
rush to the top of the hill, right before we darted I told my soldiers to throw
any grenades you have at the nests to gives us some momentary cover. Once we
got to the hill I could see were the rangers had moved out and around to their
flank, we kept fire on the nests and used whatever cover was around us. This
continued for hours but we finally made it through, all the nest gone.

I was shocked and appalled at what we had been fighting; I met up with the
sarge of the Ranger's Battalion, our new commander, and settled into the
holding tent of the captured. They were French; we've been fighting the French
the whole time, when I thought they were Nazis. The sarge asked for me to
translate.

As it was after German occupied France a new political power called the French
State or the Vichy French, named after the Prime minister, collaborated with
the Axis powers after the take over.

I wanted to beat the living shit out of every one of these traders, but I had
to be contempt with only one. I "interrogated" one of the Vichy
French commanders, even when we look at ourselves we find another Monster of
War.